My friend George hasn't slept for 5 yearsnFatigue set in after three daysnThen the tears dried upnAnd the muscles in his eyelids torenThe dreams collated and congealed at the back of his headnThen exploded into realitynHis bed was fed up after 6 monthsnAnd folded awaynAnd moved in with a family down the roadnSoon day became night,nBecame day,nBecame nightnAnd he wrote a 20,000 word thesus on sleep deprevationn10,000 really'snAnd 10,000 tired'snOne after the othernMimicing the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the othernHe became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planetsnAnd his heart would beat once at sunrisenAnd once as the sun setnAnd his blood courses round him like the tidenRising and fallingnHe earns good money now as a statue impersonatornAnd can be seen slouched against many London monumentsnHe is a slouch sell-outnAnd he's well tiredn